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jueves, 29 de marzo de 2012

A Song from Westeros


They play their games
This lords and dames
Flawed and inbred
Wine, meat and bread
None is here left
Must turn to theft

Honor
Valor
And death
A brave man’s final breath

A pup one day
Merry and gay
Turned apt wolfskin
By their wineskin
Become a Ser
Learn to err

Cur
Fur
And cowards
The men moving forward

One from the wall
Always stands tall
Never to fall
Heeding the call
Dwarf or mountain
Bastard or thane

Stone cold
Men old
And hopes gone
The deed of men are done

Tarly, Stark, or Snow
The Others know
Gods new and old
Favor the bold
Fire and blood
Fighting on mud

History
Mystery
And murder
Honest men go under

Iron is bent
Rusted and spent
Wrought by the dead
Steel black and red
Oar of summer
Blade of winter

Fingers
Trident
And Kingsroad
Rather shorter than broad

Yes, hear me roar
Using the boar
For the crowned stag
Vile wretched hag
Brotherly love
Peace bearing dove

North
South
And Forgotten
Men lie there still, rotten

Ice bearing down
Fire to crown
Longswords and spears
Worst of their fears
Come by the sea
Dothraki glee

Horses
Men
And whores
Win and the game is yours

This game of thrones
Cleans meat from bones
You win or die
No chance to fly
Kings and fools
Things and tools